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Children for Children
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Bumbling champion
I was playing on the edge of the street
Our dog was running around, well you know how that goes
The two of us ran back and forth a bit
I threw a ball, didn't pay attention to the traffic
The dog certainly didn't and I shouted: Sit!
But he wanted to grab the ball, it's a beast with spirit
Going through the street between the cars, I won't joke about it
That's not clear, it causes problems
Screeching brakes; what do you mean by danger?
the dog back on the sidewalk, but four cars on top of each other!
The police came and they called the garage
I didn't do it on purpose; I was to blame for that devastation!
All four cars turned out to be a total loss
I'm not to blame, am I really to blame?
I'm an incredible bumbling champion
But tell yourself: I can't do anything about that, can I?
It'll just happen to you
You can't do anything about it
That you are born
A bumbling champion
A new day and I'm starting with fresh courage
Today I have a day off, so that's off to a good start
Some fun roller skating outside, I think I'm surprised
I'm looking forward to that, so I take them out of the closet
But just as I want to put them on downstairs in the hallway
I hear my sister crying; she is often scared
I run upstairs and I just give her a kiss
When mom comes back from shopping
Then a little voice whispers in the back of my head
You roller skate fool; but I stand there as if numb
The noise I hear is indescribable
When I say that this is a disaster, I am not exaggerating
In the hospital I say: Mom sees some pips
Only around her nose then; the rest is in a plaster cast
I'm an incredible bumbling champion
But let's face it: I can't do anything about that, can I?
It'll happen to you
There's nothing you can do about it
That you are born
As a bumbling champion
A week later I am sitting at home alone
My father and my sister are with my mother in the hospital< br/>Hey, there's the bell ringing; get rid of that book
Maybe it's visitors, I love visitors
A gentleman at the door with a black briefcase
He also wears glasses and a beige raincoat
He doesn't come for me, I know those kind of gentlemen
He's either from the tax or he wants to convert you
Good morning, I'm from burglary prevention
And he shows me a card with a lot of pretension
Well, they're not home, but come in quietly
You can check everything; do you want to start right away?
I started playing outside with confidence.
I couldn't have known that he would steal the video, could I?
I'm an incredible bumbling champion
But let's face it Well, I can't do anything about that, can I? you always
Everyone is green annoyed
Then sing along with us
I can't do anything about that!

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